Tangled Affection
by Pickle591
Summary: Two single men on Valentines Day, pluse multiple bottles of wine, equal disaster in the long run. This starts out as the beginnings of Petrellicest, and will eventually continue on to be Petlar, or Pylar, whatever you prefer. SLASH.
1. My Valentine

This originally started as a fic I was writing for my friend, her screen name is Angst Is My Middle Name. It begins as Petrellicest, but it will soon develop into a different pairing. I'll be making the later chapters based off of a currently ongoing RP I have with my friend Mabes. But, until then, please enjoy!

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Valentine's Day. A day for lovers. A singles-awareness day. A day for caring, loving infatuation. A day for jealousy, loneliness, and depression. A day for being with those you love, no matter who they are.

Nathan Petrelli was suave, handsome, and had the ability to be quite romantic. Well, he could also fly, but a parlor trick such as that could not amount to the wonderful man he could be on Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, after the small mishap in Kirby Plaza, Peter disappearing, and becoming an alcoholic, his wife divorced him. Since then, he has been quite unlucky with women. Also, he was shot twice, so that didn't leave him much time for the ladies.

Peter Petrelli was the younger brother of Nathan. He wasn't quite a ladies man like his older brother, but he had his fare share of girlfriends. Despite this fact, he was even unluckier with women than Nathan. One of his girlfriends, Simone, was shot and killed by her ex-boyfriend, Isaac. After that, he met a girl in Ireland by the name of Caitlin. Sadly, he accidentally left her in a future that will never happen. So, technically, she no longer existed. Ever since, he has been paranoid about taking on another girlfriend.

This left both men single on Valentine's Day. Two men that any girl would fall head-over-heels in love with were single on one of the most romantic holidays of the year. Peter sat in his apartment, alone, watching TV, this being his loneliest day of the year. There was then an unexpected knock at his door. Peter grumbled and called out from his seat.

"Yeah, who is it?"

"Pete, it's Nathan, open up!" his brother's muffled voice called from behind the door. Peter sighed and went to the door, opening it. Nathan stood in front of him wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt, hair a mess and stubble on his chin. It was quite a change from the clean-cut politician his brother used to be, but a change that Peter liked. In his hand was a bottle of wine, on his face a weak smile.

"Hey man. Got any time in your oh-so busy schedule for your big brother?"

Peter laughed. He then sighed and looked at his watch with mock contemplation.

"Hmm, I dunno," he replied, scratching his head and pursing his lips in false thought, "The hookers should be coming around three, I might not have time for-"

"Yeah, yeah, very funny." Nathan pushed passed Peter and entered the messy apartment. Peter closed the door behind him and sat back on the couch, Nathan sitting next to him with a sigh.

"So, you don't have anything planned for today? No girlfriend, or… I dunno, random blonde chick in Vegas?"

Nathan sighed and looked at him.

"She's dead, Pete."

"Oh," Peter frowned, "I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't be." Nathan opened the bottle of wine with a pop and proceeded to drink right out of it.

"You really shouldn't be drinking, you know," he said, grabbing the bottle from Nathan's hand. Nathan turned in his seat and looked at him.

"Pete, I'm not an alcoholic anymore."

"Not anymore, but you could still go back to it." Peter took a swig out of the bottle before Nathan snatched it back again. They sat on his couch and watched TV for a few minutes until Nathan spoke once more.

"So, how come you haven't got a girlfriend yet?"

"How come _you_haven't gotten a girlfriend yet?" Peter retorted, taking the bottle and drinking again. Nathan decided not to continue further, being able to tell that Peter didn't want to talk about it. More silent minutes passed by as Peter switched channels to a movie. About an hour into said movie, and two bottles of wine later, the brothers were drunk and giggling.

"I'm serious, that guy looks like you!" Peter pointed at the man on the screen, taking a swig out of his second bottle of wine. The bottle that Nathan had brought ran out, so they resorted to Peter's secret stash. Nathan sat with his own second bottle, furrowing his brow and narrowing his eyes, looking at the screen.

"Who, that… Pasdar guy?"

"Yeah!" he replied.

"If you say so," Nathan shrugged, "Why are we watching a vampire movie on Valentine's day, anyway?" He took another swig of wine.

"Well, it's a vampire romance… ish… movie."

"How is it romantic? They're slicing open people's throats and drinking their blood!"

"Well, Caleb and that vampire chick, they're in love!"

"A'righ, fine," Nathan sighed, "If you're so romantic, then why don't ya have a girlfriend yet?"

"Eh, I don't want a girl," Peter replied, gulping down more wine.

"Why not? Everyone needs someone, Pete." Nathan clapped a hand on his shoulder, proceeding to guzzle down the remaining wine in his bottle.

"Nah, I mean I don't wanna _girl_," Peter drunkenly mumbled out, "I like," he burped, "the penis."

There was silence, Nathan looking at Peter with a raised brow. Suddenly, Peter began to laugh.

"Oh my god! You should have seen the look on your face!" He fell over onto Nathan in a drunken fit of giggles, Nathan beginning to laugh awkwardly.

"Haha, I thought you were serious there for a second." He took the bottle from Peter and drank the rest of its contents. Meanwhile Peter calmed down and sat back up, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well, I figgered that since I have such bad luck with women, I might as well, ya know?"

Nathan paused and looked at him again, furrowing his brow.

"And then there was that one time with Claude-"

"Woah, woah, wait a sec," Nathan interrupted, "You're seriously gay?"

Peter shrugged.

"Well, bi… I think."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Nathan asked, shifting to face Peter. He shrugged again.

"Thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me anymore."

"Pete," Nathan put a hand on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb, "of course I'd still talk to ya."

Peter leaned forward and rested his forehead on Nathan's.

"Thanks, Nathan," he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered back, still caressing his cheek. Peter tilted his head suddenly and captured Nathan's lips with his own in a sloppy, drunken kiss. Nathan leaned back on the couch, breaking away.

"What're you doing?" he breathed out, inching back slightly. Peter came closer, placing his hands on the couch on either side of Nathan.

"I said I love you, Nathan." He leaned closer, lips just barely touching.

"I… I love you too," he repeated before Peter pressed his lips against his once again, this time softer and more coordinated. Nathan leaned into the kiss, kissing him back before breaking away once more, breathing heavily.

"P-Peter... You're my brother, I can't…" he said, barely a whisper.

"I don't care," Peter whispered back.

He straddled Nathan's lap, pressing against him and kissing him passionately. Nathan wrapped his arm around Peter's waist, placing his other hand behind his head to pull him closer, slipping his tongue gracefully into his mouth. Deep down in both of their drunken minds, they knew that this was wrong. It was very wrong, but it _felt _so right. The feeling of the other's lips, their bodies against each other, hands in places they never thought they would ever touch the other. The small space in which the couch provided, causing them to move to the bed. The heat and restriction their clothing created, causing them to remove it entirely. The want, the need the both of them had for physical contact, resulting in Nathan entering Peter smoothly and carefully, as if they had been lovers forever.

Valentine's Day. A day for lovers. A singles-awareness day. A day for caring, loving infatuation. A day for jealousy, loneliness, and depression. A day for being with those you love, no matter who they are.

Even if they're your brother.

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I'd like to thank Angst Is My Middle Name for giving me the "I like the penis." line. And I'd like to thank you for reading. 


	2. Prove It

This is the really short second chapter. It takes place 10 months later on a cold night, Nathan coming to visit Peter and keep him warm, whether Peter wants him to or not.  
Thanks again to Angst Is My Middle Name for giving me the idea of the lack of heat. It helped, thanks!

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It had been almost ten months since their first encounter. These past months were spent almost completely avoiding each other, refusing to be alone together in the same room. Nathan was busy distracting himself with work as a district attorney, and Peter had gotten the afternoon shift at the local hospital. They were both honestly glad to not be saving the world at the moment, it being almost two years since Nathan was shot. Sylar was still on the loose though, and Peter wanted to go out and find the most powerful and dangerous man that was. Sylar had been lying low, and Nathan wasn't too keen on trying to find him. Nathan was still trying to cope with being without a wife, and missing his kids. He was also torn at the thought of the event on Valentine's Day to be a one-time thing. He felt that he wanted, _needed _his brother's touch more and more, and was becoming desperate. This is why he decided that he couldn't take it any more, and pay a visit to Peter.

It was a long day at the hospital, and Peter was looking forward to curling up in his nice, warm bed when he got back to his apartment. The problem was that his heat hadn't been working that morning, and his bed was not warm at all. When he entered his apartment, he could tell that the heating had not yet been fixed, the scrubs he was wearing did not aid him in keeping his slender body warm. He sighed, and was almost able to see his breath as he filled a kettle and put it on the stove to heat up. He slipped out of his scrubs and put on sweat pants and a long-sleeved thermal. Making his way back to the living room, about to curl up in front of the TV, there was a knock at his door. Sighing, he opened it. The unexpected sight of his brother startled him slightly.

"Nathan," Peter said, "What are you doing here?"

Nathan frowned slightly, having not come up with a decent excuse for his presence. He shrugged.

"I haven't talked to you in a while. Wanted to see what my little brother was up to." He answered, pushing past Peter and into his apartment.

"Oh, um… Come in… I guess," he sighed, shutting the door behind him.

Nathan took off his coat and let out a small shiver, furrowing his brow and turning back to Peter.

"It's pretty cold in here, Pete. You should get that fixed." He threw off his coat and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to him lightly.

"Come on, sit. I want to talk."

Peter sat next to him reluctantly, folding his arms across his chest for warmth. Nathan smiled at him and began to speak.

"So, how has your new job at the hospital been going?" he asked with a small smile.

"Good, good," Peter told him, "I work with a few idiots, but overall good. You?"

"Same, actually," Nathan laughed. Peter smiled, followed by an awkward moment of silent staring. Nathan continued, "Look, I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you. It just felt odd to be in the same room as you after Valentine's Day, to tell you the truth."

Peter cleared his throat and adjusted nervously, bringing his knees up to his chest. What had happened that day was Peter's fault, and he knew it. His need for physical attention from a man, with the addition of alcohol, and the fact that Nathan was the only man around at the time, caused what happened to happen.

"No, that's alright. We were both drunk, it's… It's okay, Nathan." Peter put a hand on his shoulder, and Nathan's heart fluttered at the touch. He took Peter's hand in his own, and frowned at the cold temperature of his flesh.

"My god, Peter, your hand his frozen." Nathan rubbed his hand for a few seconds, and then stopped. He outstretched his arms towards Peter. Peter quirked a brow, and Nathan sighed.

"Give me a hug, Peter. I won't bite." _Hard, _he thought.

Although he was taken aback slightly, Peter leaned forward into his arms, wrapping his own around Nathan's torso. Nathan smiled and pulled Peter onto his lap, holding him around the waist from behind. Peter's body tensed up, but he caressed the hands cupped below his belly button with the tip of his fingers lightly.

"You're really cold," Nathan said, sliding a hand up his chest, "Let me warm you up." He kissed Peter's shoulder as his other hand snaked down to Peter's thigh, coming a little too close to his groin. Thankfully the kettle began to whistle at that moment, causing Peter to jump up off his lap. He blushed heavily and walked quickly to the kitchen, leaving a frowning Nathan on the couch.

Peter breathed heavily, leaning against the counter. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands shaking as he poured hot water into a couple mugs. He loved Nathan, he really did, but he didn't love him in that way. He loved him as a brother, as a friend. Unfortunately, he found Nathan to have satisfied his sexual frustration perfectly, and Peter wanted more. He wanted to feel his soft skin under his hands, and the rough stubble against his chin. He wanted to taste Nathan's lips again, to entwine his fingers in his messy hair. He had only been with one other man previously, so Peter was still new to this entire experience. But he _loved _the way it felt, and he wanted more.

"N-Nathan, did you want some tea or… or anything?" Peter called out to Nathan from the kitchen.

"Tea sounds nice," Peter heard almost directly behind him, "But anything sounds better."

Peter tensed up at these words, and went almost completely rigid when he felt Nathan's arms wrap around his waist again, his body pressing right against Peter's back. He planted warm kisses down Peter's neck, causing him to shiver and relax slightly.

"Nathan, please…"

"Please what?" he purred into Peter's ear, licking it slightly at the 'L' in 'please'.

"Don't… I don't want this, Nathan." He whimpered quietly, Nathan having pressed him against the counter, his groin right against Peter's backside.

"Yes you do, Peter. I want this, you want this," He said, grinding into him slightly. Peter let out faint moan.

"No, no I don't…"

"Don't you love me, Peter?" he growled into his ear. Peter closed his eyes and bit his lip as he felt Nathan's hardness grind into him again. He nodded.

"Yes, I do," he said, griping onto the hands on his stomach, one of which suddenly reached down and palmed Peter's growing member through his thin sweatpants. Peter groaned again, this time louder, and bucked into his hand.

"Then prove it."

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I should hopefully be writing more soon, but I can't guarantee when I'll have it up. Toodle-loo until then! 


	3. Good Changes Can Turn Out to be Bad

Hello dear readers! Now, I didn't say this last time, but this is set after Season 2, but it's still kind of AU. Just letting you know, because some parts can be a little confusing. For example, Peter still has his pemo bang. So, if you get a little confused, it's okay. This chapter gets pretty smutty towards the end, so if you're not into smut, just skip to the very end or something.

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Not long after Nathan practically forced him into the second encounter, Peter began to enjoy it as much as he did the first time. He felt that he wanted Nathan more and more, becoming accustomed to his touch. They had even worked out a small system of non-verbal gestures for when they were amongst others. If Nathan squeezed his right shoulder and gave him a small smile, it would mean, "I want to fuck you." A small squeeze of the left shoulder and a wink meant, "I want you to fuck me," even though that was rare. It wasn't just something that Nathan decided on, though. It was a collaborative effort of finding where and when to do it, unless they felt spontaneous.

Although it was a good thing that they were working together in the matter, Peter sometimes felt the need for a lack of choice. Deep down, Peter _loved _being dominated. He hated how gentle and loving Nathan was, and felt that someone like Nathan should be dominant. Any time that Peter asked for it rough, Nathan would reply that he'd never hurt his little brother.

Around this time, Peter's eyes began to wander. He would be on his lunch break at the café about a block and a half from the hospital, and he would see all the good looking guys order their expensive lattes and mochas. Peter would wonder if they would be rough in bed like he wanted, or gentle like Nathan.

Peter walked down the street one evening on his way home, sipping his latte, when he saw a man walking a little way ahead of him. The man had quite a nice build, and Peter's eyes immediately shifted to his backside.

_Nice ass, _Peter thought, still staring. The man stopped at the corner ahead and looked around. That's when Peter's eyes shifted to the man's face to get a better look. The man had a strong jaw, which was scattered with dark stubble, and dark, chocolate brown eyes. The first thought that entered Peter's mind was '_Gorgeous.'_ When the man's head turned fully around, though, and Peter could get a better look at him, his thoughts were more along the lines of '_Oh shit, Sylar!'_

Peter stopped and backed up slightly, his wide eyes looking into Sylar's. He gave a small smirk as he turned away from Peter and began walking again.

"Hey!' Peter called angrily after him. He rushed forward, but a small crowd of people crossed in between them. As he tried pushing his way through the crowd, he saw Sylar get into a taxi and drive off.

A week or so passed by, and almost every day he spotted Sylar. Walking down the street, leaning on a tree outside the hospital, across the street from Nathan's office, and even getting into a taxi in front of the Petrelli mansion as Peter arrived. He had not been able to catch Sylar, though, and he found that every day his thought would wander to his enemy. He wanted to know what exactly Sylar wanted, and when he was going to take it. After a while, Peter's thought became obsessive, thinking about how powerful Sylar was, and what he might have been like when he wasn't killing people. Eventually, his thoughts would lead to how Sylar might be in bed.

He would think back to all the times they had fought, how _powerful _Sylar was, how_dominant. _He began to admire his beautiful display of abilities, how skillfully he used them to his advantage. He began to love how dark and mysterious Sylar was, and how much better he was than himself. At first, Peter would think '_Why can't I be like him?'_ But now, he found himself thinking '_Why can't I be with him?'_ Despite all this, Peter was scared. He was afraid that Sylar was out to hurt him or Nathan, and he was going to damn well try to stop him. All he had left to do was tell Nathan.

He took a cab directly to the Petrelli mansion, not bothering to stop back at his apartment, knowing that Nathan would still be home. As Peter exited the cab, he saw Nathan exit the mansion. He looked up at Peter and smiled.

"Pete," Nathan smiled, "I'd love to talk right now, but-"

"Nathan, it's important, I really need to talk to you." Peter grabbed his brother's arm when he walked by, preventing him from going further. Nathan turned back around and put a hand on Peter's left shoulder, squeezing slightly, and giving him a small wink.

"We'll talk later tonight, Peter. Meet back here at eleven?" Nathan smiled as Peter frowned slightly. He didn't quite feel like screwing Nathan tonight, but nodded. He sighed and went back to his apartment only to return six hours later.

He walked into Nathan's office in the mansion, and spotted him sitting at his desk, examining an all too familiar shard of glass with slight amusement. Peter figured that he probably hadn't heard him over the violent thunderstorm outside, so he cleared his throat to make his presence known. Nathan's head snapped up in surprise, but he soon smiled at Peter from his seat.

"Ah, Peter. You startled me, I wasn't expecting you," he laughed slightly. Peter frowned a little and looked on the mantle of the lit fireplace, which was giving an eerie glow to the entire room, to see a clock that read five minutes until eleven. He looked back at Nathan.

"What're you doing with that?" he asked, referring to the shard of glass that had once killed him. Nathan shrugged and returned it to the desk drawer it resided in.

"Just… reminiscing." Nathan stood and walked around the desk, leaning back and sitting on the edge. Peter wondered why he used such a cheerful word for remembering the time his own brother lay dead on the couch, but shrugged it off. There was a flash of lightning and the smirk Nathan wore was illuminated, making him look slightly sinister. "As to what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

Peter furrowed his brow and walked further into the office, closing the door behind him.

"You told me to come here. I have to talk to you," he reminded him.

"Oh, right," he shook his head, "Sorry, slipped my mind. Now, what did you need to talk to me about, Pete?"

"Sylar's in New York, Nathan. I keep seeing him everywhere." Nathan's smirked changed to a somewhat confused expression.

"Seeing him? Like what, hallucinations?"

"No, not a hallucination! I see him at the hospital, your office, outside my apartment, outside of _here," _he told him, walking closer, "He's up to something, Nathan. He's out to hurt one of us, if not both."

Nathan stood, just looking at Peter. He could tell that Nathan was thinking hard about something before he replied.

"You have abilities. Why haven't you tried catching him?" he asked curiously.

"Don't you think I've tried? Every time I see him, he's gone before I can get to him! Look, I need you to help me out."

Nathan quirked a brow.

"Me, help you? Let's be honest, Pete. I can fly, I'm hardly dangerous. How do you expect me to help you defeat Sylar?"

Peter frowned.

"I don't know. Help me lure him into a trap or something," he suggested. Nathan sighed and nodded.

"Alright, you figure out a way to do that then. I've got to go somewhere tomorrow, so-"

"Where are you going?" Peter interrupted. Nathan looked annoyed at the interruption, but continued.

"Just out of state for a little business trip, Pete. I'll be back," he said with a small smirk. Peter grinned back and walked closer to him, arms outstretched. Nathan cocked an eyebrow, eyeing Peter up and down. Peter shrugged, moving closer.

"What? Don't I get to say goodbye to my big brother?" he asked with a sly smirk of his own. Nathan sighed and outstretched his arms, not looking very amused. Peter decided to cheer him up a bit.

He went to Nathan swiftly, wrapping his arms around him and leaning him back onto the desk and kissing him roughly, reaching down to palm his groin. He could feel Nathan do rigid under him, but continued kissing him despite this. He growled under Peter's lips, pushing him back with surprising force. Peter returned Nathan's look of confusion and anger with his own look of confusion.

"What?!" Peter asked, confused and frustrated. Nathan had said earlier that he wanted this, why was he resisting? Did he forget that, too?

"What the hell are you doing?!" Nathan asked, exasperated. Peter frowned.

"I was just… Oh!" Peter came to a realization, "Did you want top tonight?"

Nathan's face was contorted in confusion, but soon went back to a calmer state, clearing his throat.

"I mean, if you changed your mind completely, I could just lea-"

"No," Nathan smiled, walking to Peter slowly as if he were advancing on prey, "Stay. I think I will take top tonight."

He advanced on Peter, a look in his eyes that could only be described as hunger. Nathan pushed him forcefully against the far wall, pinning him with his full body against Peter's. Hands on the wall on either side of him, he pressed his groin into Peter's, gyrating his hips and growling lightly into his ear. Peter moaned, his baggy scrub pants becoming more restricting than he thought possible. He slid his hands from Nathan's hips and griped onto his ass, squeezing and bucking into him. Nathan gasped and looked into Peter's eyes, brow furrowed.

"W-what is it, Nathan?" Peter asked shakily, hands still on his backside. Nathan glanced at Peter's lips, then to his eyes, then back again, as if contemplating his next move. He suddenly captured Peter's lips with his own in a desperate, but passionate kiss. Peter kissed him back, walking the both of them to the small loveseat in the corner of the office that they used oh-so many times. He pulled Nathan onto the couch and on top of himself, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Nathan groaned appreciatively, straddling his lap and grinding downwards, rubbing his growing hardness against Peter's. He reached down and undid the drawstring on Peter's scrub pants, proceeding to pull them down roughly. Peter had already begun to undo Nathan's pants with telekinesis, his hands meanwhile unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off.

As their clothing was now completely removed, Peter noticed something different about him. Nathan's hand was not sliding through Peter's hair gently, but was gripped onto the long bang, entangling it in his fist and tugging. His other hand was not gently caressing the pale skin of Peter's body, but was wrapped around his member tightly. His hand began moving up and down in quick, jerking motions, and Peter's mouth emitted a noise that could only be described as a shriek. It was accompanied by a stifled moan, Peter biting his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.

"Oh god… So fucking good," Peter whimpered out. Nathan was usually never this rough, but Peter welcomed it with open arms. This is what he wanted for the longest time, but Nathan would never give it to him. He bucked into his hand, digging his fingernails into Nathan's back and pulling him closer, moaning into his ear. He could feel Nathan's hardness rubbing against his thigh.

Without warning, Nathan released his grip on him, Peter whimpering somewhat at the sudden loss of contact. He grabbed onto Peter's hip and, in one quick motion, flipped him onto his stomach. Peter clutched onto the couch below him tightly as Nathan tugged on his hair. Peter lie in wait for the moment he had always wanted. Nathan was finally going to be rough, and hurt him like he deserved. They both knew that what they were doing was wrong from the start. Peter always believed that he deserved to be hurt, to be punished. Now that it was happening, he knew that it wasn't punishment, but the most amazing pleasure that he could experience.

Nathan entered him forcefully, tugging on his bang with one hand, gripping onto his hip tightly with the other.

"Fuck… so tight," Nathan panted. He proceeded to slide out of Peter slowly, and thrust back into him. He began to work a steady rhythm or sharp, pounding thrusts, timing them with Peter's shouts and moans. He angled upward to hit Peter's prostate, digging his nails into his hip and drawing blood. Peter knew that Nathan was close. Nathan usually came right after him, and Peter was _very _close. He felt a wave of pleasure rush through him as Nathan continued to pound into him.

"Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed, coming violently, and Nathan came simultaneously. He fell onto Peter's limp, sweaty body, panting heavily. Their breathing was timed perfectly with each other's, their chests rising and falling in sync. Nathan traced his fingertips lightly across Peter's muscular bicep, resting his head on Peter's shoulder. Peter smiled and closed his eyes.

_Perfect._

"I love you, Nathan," Peter breathed out. Nathan growled and pushed off of him, standing up off the couch.

"Fucking whore," he snarled, picking his clothed up off the floor. Peter frowned. Calling Peter a whore was something that Nathan did constantly, blaming him for screwing his own brother. Though, the insult of 'whore' usually came _after _'I love you.' But this time, the 'I love you' never came.

Nathan dressed silently, not looking at Peter, who was still lying on the couch. Finally, Peter spoke up.

"How long will you be gone?" he asked him. Nathan clenched his jaw, glancing at Peter for only a second.

"It won't take that long," he told him, then added with a smirk, "I'll be back for you."

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Alright, that was chapter 3! All of the chapters after this will be based on an ongoing RP I have with my friend. You have been warned. 


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